The Best of Love

Hold me in the colour of your arms:
red for the love in each heartbeat
calico for autumn wishes
blue in the way I feel
and Green the flavour I seek--

grass planted at my feet
leaves for winds blowing softly,
envy cast my way.
You are always a part of me,
soul mate—my inspiration---my love.

And then
placing an arm upon his wrist
eyes focus on her man, he’s
resting now oblivious to surroundings
on the path of dementia’s whisper

yet love abounds from a basket of memories,
limbs no longer respond, sluggish in his
world, and peace abides as
tears add to her knowing heart.

© Richard L. Provencher